Lyrics:
Fortune presents gifts not according to the bookFortune presents gifts not according to the bookWhen you expect whistles it's flutesWhen you expect flutes it's whistlesWhat various paths are followed in distributing honours and possesionsShe gives awards to some and penitent's cloaks to othersWhen you expect whistles it's flutesWhen you expect flutes it's whistlesSometimes she robs the chief goatherd of his cottage and and goatpenAnd to whomever she fancies the lamest goat has born two kidsWhen you expect whistles it's flutesWhen you expect flutes it's whistlesBecause in a village a poor lad has stolen one eggHe swings in the sun and another gets away with a thousand crimesWhen you expect whistles it's flutesWhen you expect flutes it's whistles